Tuesday, November 17, 2015

I thought losing my memory was the worst thing in the world. Forgetting
who you are, and where you came from was like driving on a road with
only right turns. All leading in the same direction. A direction I
wanted to avoid, a dark tunnel that I had to enter if I ever wanted
answers.
Losing my memory wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
Learning, who I was, and the secrets I had kept was way worse. The
unbearable pull and the passion we shared, mixed with the past that I
didn’t want to remember, created a whole new storm. The perfect storm of
two kinds of crazy. Stupid little fish.

Jettie
Woodruff is a lifelong writer, living in a pretend world since she was a
little girl. Jettie spent hours filling pages of spiral notebooks with a
number two pencil and a wild imagination. Her very first story was a
scifi of all things.
Jettie writes more along the lines of erotica
now. She likes to keep her readers on edge, and deliver a story that
will pull out every emotion possible. Writing on the edge of taboo and
dark, Jettie hopes to distribute an adventure you'll not soon forget.
Married for twenty five years, raising two boys and one girl has left
lots of writing material. She has recently become a grandma to not one,
but two of the most beautiful little girls on planet earth.
Jettie also hates doing this bio. That's all you get. She loves to read and write. What else is there? <3